Good Company

This & the next:  same lone yucca

For the first time in nearly three months--since being diagnosed with a torn meniscus--Dr. K accompanied Willow, Frio and me on a morning trek.  To protect against hiking too many ups and downs we chose the trail (darned if I can think of the name of it) that begins at the Organ Mountains-Desert Peaks National Monument entrance sign at the west side.

Still in the testing-knee-mode Dr. K and I decided to keep the trek at about a mile in length; we might have gone a bit further, but we started getting sprinkled on.  Afterward I drove us out toward the Organ Mountains hoping to get some decent photos of the view, but the peaks were too densely blanketed by clouds; in fact, when we were there the clouds formed a white skirt that almost entirely obscured a view of the foothills.

On the way home we decided to take a short sightseeing drive around a few of the neighborhoods near ours.  I wanted to show Dr. K a really beautiful home that had sold recently whose new owners had painted the place in a near-mustard yellow color.  We shook our heads in disbelief.  Even the Heelers were aghast.

Clouds obscure the mountain

Young female Grackle